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Dec 2018
They say that falling is terrifying,
So I climbed a cliff, and I'm plummeting.
The air is fast and sweet
When there is nothing under my feet,
I am free.

Humans weren't made to be birds,
We were made to exchange words.
But whoever told me not to fall
Must not be human at all! Their words?
Wrong.

It never occurred my existence
Was such a bizarre pointless dance.
But now the momentum propels me
To finally see
I should fall!

Hey, come up here and dance!
There's plenty of room to prance!
And while the ground seems to rise,
For once the hair will be out of your eyes,
Come on up!
Rory Mels Tims
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Rory Mels Tims  14/F/Here
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